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next to the office. But even if I escaped the office and made it to the bathroom, I’d still have to get out of the building without my cousin or any of the security guys seeing me.
I shook my head at the ridiculousness of this situation. I had to become a fucking ninja in order to escape. This seriously was my life now.
I debated my options and decided the window was the best. It was one of those windows that slid to the left and right instead of up and down. I could easily fit through it and perch on the ledge before making the jump to the sidewalk.
I slid the window open, and with a screwdriver my uncle had stashed in his desk, I popped the screen out without letting it fall to the sidewalk. I set it on the floor and leaned it against the wall before looking out the window to make sure no one was watching or walking below. I braced my hands on the side of the open window and stepped up, balancing on the ledge.
Letting one foot dangle out the window, I rested my butt on the ledge before kicking my other foot out and letting it hang down. All I would need to do now was to push off the ledge, and I would be free. I looked down at the sidewalk ten feet below me and silently thanked the stars that I had not worn heels today.
It’s not that far, just relax, you can do it, I told myself in a pep talk. I had inhaled a deep breath and braced my muscles to push me off when I heard the door open behind me. I turned and saw Jaxson staring at me in shock.
“Ivy! What the fuck are you doing?!” he exclaimed from where he stood in the doorframe.
I exhaled, turned back to the outside and pushed off the ledge.
Pain shot up both my legs as my feet hit the concrete, but I had managed to land in a crouched position. The shock of the landing quickly receded, and I stood up and took a few steps to assure I hadn’t hurt myself.
“IVY!” Jaxson hollered down from the open window. “GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!”
I looked up and flipped my middle finger at him before running to my car. I jumped in as several of the security guys flowed out of the store and watched me as I took off down the street, free from their overprotection. The last thing I saw in my rearview mirror was my cousin with his cell phone to his ear, shaking his head at me.
Screw you, buddy, I thought. I can take care of myself.
Chapter Eight
I assumed Jaxson would send the calvary to my house, so I called Kammy and told her to meet me at her apartment. I didn’t have any clothes with me that were appropriate for going out, but I figured I could borrow something of hers.
An hour and a half later we were shaved, polished, powdered, and working on a good buzz. We were passing a fifth of vodka between us and I had found something in her closet to wear. It was something I would never have bought for my own wardrobe but it was the perfect thing for a night of mind-numbing irresponsibility. It was essentially an ice-blue halter dress, but calling it a dress was being generous. It hung around my neck and had two thin strips of fabric that covered my breasts before connecting with a thin band of material big enough to cover my ass and the important bits in front. And that was it.
From the back it didn’t even look like I had a top on, and from the front you could see enough side boob to make you wonder if the fabric was going to stay in place. Kammy said she had never had the guts to wear it out, but tonight I didn’t care. I just wanted to drink and forget about Bo.
Kammy had curled my hair to perfection, and I raided her jewelry box. I added a massive pearl necklace that hung down to my breasts and some dangly earrings. I stole some heels that matched my dress from her closet, and we checked ourselves out in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. Even with immaculate makeup and a spectacular outfit, I still looked hollow. I tried not to think of the reason why, but like every other aspect of my life, Bo was simply there. It was impossible not to think about
I shook my head at the ridiculousness of this situation. I had to become a fucking ninja in order to escape. This seriously was my life now.
I debated my options and decided the window was the best. It was one of those windows that slid to the left and right instead of up and down. I could easily fit through it and perch on the ledge before making the jump to the sidewalk.
I slid the window open, and with a screwdriver my uncle had stashed in his desk, I popped the screen out without letting it fall to the sidewalk. I set it on the floor and leaned it against the wall before looking out the window to make sure no one was watching or walking below. I braced my hands on the side of the open window and stepped up, balancing on the ledge.
Letting one foot dangle out the window, I rested my butt on the ledge before kicking my other foot out and letting it hang down. All I would need to do now was to push off the ledge, and I would be free. I looked down at the sidewalk ten feet below me and silently thanked the stars that I had not worn heels today.
It’s not that far, just relax, you can do it, I told myself in a pep talk. I had inhaled a deep breath and braced my muscles to push me off when I heard the door open behind me. I turned and saw Jaxson staring at me in shock.
“Ivy! What the fuck are you doing?!” he exclaimed from where he stood in the doorframe.
I exhaled, turned back to the outside and pushed off the ledge.
Pain shot up both my legs as my feet hit the concrete, but I had managed to land in a crouched position. The shock of the landing quickly receded, and I stood up and took a few steps to assure I hadn’t hurt myself.
“IVY!” Jaxson hollered down from the open window. “GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!”
I looked up and flipped my middle finger at him before running to my car. I jumped in as several of the security guys flowed out of the store and watched me as I took off down the street, free from their overprotection. The last thing I saw in my rearview mirror was my cousin with his cell phone to his ear, shaking his head at me.
Screw you, buddy, I thought. I can take care of myself.
Chapter Eight
I assumed Jaxson would send the calvary to my house, so I called Kammy and told her to meet me at her apartment. I didn’t have any clothes with me that were appropriate for going out, but I figured I could borrow something of hers.
An hour and a half later we were shaved, polished, powdered, and working on a good buzz. We were passing a fifth of vodka between us and I had found something in her closet to wear. It was something I would never have bought for my own wardrobe but it was the perfect thing for a night of mind-numbing irresponsibility. It was essentially an ice-blue halter dress, but calling it a dress was being generous. It hung around my neck and had two thin strips of fabric that covered my breasts before connecting with a thin band of material big enough to cover my ass and the important bits in front. And that was it.
From the back it didn’t even look like I had a top on, and from the front you could see enough side boob to make you wonder if the fabric was going to stay in place. Kammy said she had never had the guts to wear it out, but tonight I didn’t care. I just wanted to drink and forget about Bo.
Kammy had curled my hair to perfection, and I raided her jewelry box. I added a massive pearl necklace that hung down to my breasts and some dangly earrings. I stole some heels that matched my dress from her closet, and we checked ourselves out in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. Even with immaculate makeup and a spectacular outfit, I still looked hollow. I tried not to think of the reason why, but like every other aspect of my life, Bo was simply there. It was impossible not to think about
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